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“HAPPY SATURDAY WITH AN EMINENT POET” A WEEKLY INTERVIEW ORGANIZED BY POEmarium by Dr. Nk Sharma and WRITERS’ MIRROR, ASSAM INDIA


Good Morning and Welcome dear adorable readers and members to “HAPPY SATURDAY WITH AN EMINENT POET” a weekly interview program jointly organized by POEmarium by Dr. Nk Sharma and WRITERS’ MIRROR, ASSAM, INDIA.

Today, we present an Interview with dear Martin Ijir, a poet of international repute/

Bipul Kalita:-Good Morning dear Sir. You are most welcome to our interview program.You are undoubtedly a popular poet. Our readers will be happy if you say a few words about yourself.

Martin Ijir:- I am the Second in family of six, from Nigeria. Read Economics (Education). I am a poet, a teacher, author, an activist, Editor, Humanist and a seeker of true meaning of the Light. Apart from writing I love playing games

Bipul Kalita:- What inspired you to be a poet? Who left an indelible impact on your notional-emotional outpourings?

Martin Ijir:- God inspired me, a visiting genie always tells me how to write. Although, personally as a being there are indelible notions life brings. All I do is to write them down obeying the first law of poetry as guided. I have never allowed my emotional notes to reel over my poetry instead I allow the emotional notes to conform with my genie. This conformity makes me understand the brimness in being a poet.

Bipul Kalita:- What is your conception of a poem?

Martin Ijir:- A poem is a concise, succinct and apt cadence of words in a simplistic way to reach an aesthetic perfection from ages to ages, craving for balance and harmony between universes.

Bipul Kalita:- Very nice concept, no doubt. Who are some of your biggest influences in your poetry?

Martin Ijir:- I read everyday because I am a seeker of the true essence of Christ, the one that will usher in New beginning. I can’t say I have the biggest influencer whose style of writing I followed but I have read works of the mighty minds: The Bible, Shakespeare, Flaubert, Nietzsche, Freud, Soyinka, Tagore, Kafka, Shelley, Pushkin etc. I read them at a very tender age.

Bipul Kalita:- What is the state of contemporary Facebook poetry worldwide ?

Martin Ijir:- Thanks to technology. Facebook poetry has dived into the bunker of fibre across nations, trimming cultural streaming and pigments, erasing age gaps. Facebook is a veritable tool for sharing, writing, getting read and being read, making contemporary poetry to be blossoming.

Bipul Kalita:-You are absolutely right. Hope, those critics who are demeaning Facebook poetry should realize how technology has provided an open platform for all creative minds to expose themselves on one hand, and their creations have reached their readers easily on the other.

Anyway, do you think you were meant to be a poet?

Martin Ijir:- Yes. I was born a poet, no one teaches me to write poetry. I started writing poetry at a very tender age. God destiny men, it is up to you to know thyself and embrace your calling. The breath given to my soul was inscribed in me to be a poet. Therefore, with utmost joy I am a born poet.

Bipul Kalita:-Great. As a poet, can you work anywhere or there is a fixed cell to work in?

Martin Ijir:- I work everywhere, write everywhere, as long I have my pad and if I don’t have a pad I write in my mind, stored them in an archive inside, later I transfer them into a metaphysical pad.

Bipul Kalita:-Superb. You have gone through the poetic works of globally reputed poets who are writing for different poetic groups belonging to different countries. How do you feel when sharing your views with them?

Martin Ijir:- Elated a wide distance that is cut short. Some are very profound, friendly, some dwindling, others have attained the brim of enlightenment. The brim of enlightenment is the savor offering of being a soul and being a heroic poet celebrated by your longing soul. That is why master poets are read, read and read again and again. I pray many understand the joy of being enlightened to be distinguished and reputed.

Bipul Kalita:-Very nice observation, dear Sir. Would you like to comment on the overall standard of poems of the Indian poets who are writing for Facebook groups?

Martin Ijir:- Overall standard of all poets is quite impressive. Especially poets from India, some are fiddling while others are great.

Bipul Kalita:- Please share one of your early / latest poems , preferably a shorter one .

Martin Ijir:- Here it is.

Taking a new bride

The hue in the sun glows its york green

The tainted red in the embryonic glean

Hides beneath a faithful bride

Only kings adore left prints on the shore

Quickly affections climaxes like mountain

Quickly affections strides as green

The leaves of silence turn so brown

Like hefty arms of a genomic giant

The queen bore wintry sadness

As the king left for garde-manger, insufficient tears

Life yellowish hue turns green

Breaking all love chains bonding us for years

(c) Martin Ijir 2020

Bipul Kalita:- Plato said,”At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.”

What do you say, Sir?

Martin Ijir:- Plato is right. When one is blurred by sentimental fallacy of love, pain makes him a poet, that’s an emotional notion to poetry but not innate or instinctive rays of knowing the realms in love. He ascends into an embryonic glean that buds words. Each step in love makes a makeshift of becoming a poet but not a born poet. Only a born poet touches love as love, as love on a sky, love in a soul, love sleeping on love-sheets as stars twinkling in between the abyss of emblazoned rays.

Bipul Kalita:- I appreciate your views, dear Sir, on love and on a born poet. Is your poetry subjective? To what extent does it mirror the lives of the underprivileged?

Martin Ijir:- The primary aim of my writing is to bring liberation, love, hope, faith to all without hate, prejudice or malicious pap to smear or favor any person. It holds truth as its firm post. Individual perspectives to my writing mirror the class you stratified self. I don’t believe in the word “underprivileged”; everyone is privileged, so is my poetry.

Bipul Kalita:- What should be the role of a poet against the backdrop of the present world situation ?

Martin Ijir:- To encourage, to light darkness that is glowing over us. To point and guide others with a lamp of love imbued in writing so that people will have hope of being here, and hope of thereafter. Rudiments of attaining eternity should be told clearing in a concise form.

Bipul Kalita:- What do you prefer, rhyme or blank verse ? Why?

Martin Ijir:- I don’t have a preference when it comes to my writing. My writings are in all forms because it is guided by my genie, my usual visitor tells the word, all I do is to obey and write. I never plan writing rhymed lines or blank verse. “What’s written cannot be undone” and what’s told must be written.

Bipul Kalita:- Ours is an age of experiment. How does this affect the field of poetry? Do you also experiment with your poetry?

Martin Ijir:- Yes I do, necessity and circumstances breed thinking; so this tavern needs to be exploited evenly but usually I am guided by my usual visitor.

Bipul Kalita:- What do you think about the relevancy of our Groups’ vision and mission for promoting Global Peace, Universal Love and Humanity ?

Martin Ijir:- You guys are doing a great job. I would love to thank Dr. N.K Sharma Sir for his innovative idea of bringing all sundry across the globe into one group, showing love to everyone encouraging emerging writers, making many buckling their pen. Also, I commend all team members for their teeming support in achieving this Herculean task. God bless you all.

Bipul Kalita:- You are a published poet. How many anthologies do you have to your credit so far?

Martin Ijir:- I have five anthologies, editor to three anthologies and many unpublished works. Four are poetic discourse, and one is a prose-poetry undergoing printing but thwarted due to Covid-19 lock down.

Bipul Kalita:- Great. Heartfelt congratulations too. How do you manage your profession and passion for poetry at the same time?

Martin Ijir:- Kudos to time, the mother of records, programming, utilization. My profession does not hinder my writing because I knew the importance, housed in a time. Thanks so much to time, it helps me a lot in managing my profession and poetry

Bipul Kalita:- What impresses you most about our groups and why ?

Martin Ijir:- It is constituted by well self humble personalities starting from its founder, admins and members ; team spirit makes goal-target easier.

Bipul Kalita:- Do you have any suggestions to offer to the fellow poets?

Martin Ijir:- Keep writing, keep reading and above all allow conformity with your soul.

Bipul Kalita:- Thanks a lot dear Sir for being with us this morning, sharing freely and frankly your precious views on poetry. I hope, we will meet again with new topics for discussion.

Hunger massage


Dear lover, I am sorry for my late reply
Learn you’re leaving Wuhan and will be at Italy
Before coming back to Nigeria. I am so happy

I want you to know there is a curfew on the street
It is difficult to see a lizard, butterfly, and birds
But it is not difficult to see gecko, cockroach and crickets
I am so excited by the songs of wine they provide as
I self isolate… in lonliness and misery and hunger massage

My tavern is open as the street of Spain
Near, the door stood the rye of salvation
Nothing can stop my kisses and embrace
I read about a new belch that separates
And stop men from loving and hugging

Nothing can stop me from licking the scars
On your inciting lips lumping the door of my longings
Nothing can stop me from touching your linseed face
In them I see the longing soul that beauty and time obstruct
In them freedom reclaim and birds, butterfly and lizard I see
(c) Martin Ijir 2020

Gimmick deceptions


Some few men sailed with Columbus nosetruth, pandemic, deception, enough is enough
This time an American covert dealings 
aimed to discover coronary that will make 
Their gourds to filled with euros, yens & mighty dollars
The pounds of the flesh used in the Wuhan laboratory 
Is raw with climate change temperature, aiming to wipe 
humanity’s love, peace and sorrow 
a new genome that will wipe out Africa & third world countries 
Mistakenly they forgot that tropics boils the sun 
Our ebony skin is full of softies so is the softies of our ebony blood 
Some few men sailed across the Wuhan wall 
In icing igloo faced hoodwinked covid 19 was created 
These same men possessed the cure 
When their safe is filled up, cure will come 
They hinder social life and shutdown economies 
These few men have a bunker of raw stash, living in isolation 
Giving termites their loaf of share, and human loaves of covid 19 
They provide humanitarian service as charity 
How could charity works when there is no pandemic? 
How will donor give willingly when the have-nots are not in IDP’s camp?
Luckily enough, covid 19 is meant for the rich 
Soon a cure will come, million of dollars already spreads 
These same men will donate their resources in gimmick deception 
To lure many into their eeries of silence 
I am hiding in my room afraid to be victimized
Though weeping knocks at night, joy opens the door at day
When you see these men mauled them with fangs of laughter
(c) 2020 Martin Ijir

Seized tears


These blizzards wreak the songs of togetherness
through the night all sounds are unheard
but the songs of the razing fire thatch I felt
the noise of the striking axes passing through deathless
spirits, bumping flies that missed their path
I can hear the songs of agony,
render by their sleeping spirit
beclouding the lids of my eyes, my hands
shivers as a stroke of canvass spited on my heart,
an unbearable cloud passing its enchanting chasm
so much pain, seized tears paints the picture of my frame.
(c) 2020 Martin Ijir

Kaftan and Deltan Clothing


This tattered leaves shrink as it grows
with lulling children and sullen faced adults.
Who curse you O beloved country? Many
impersonates truth but clone with linings of fraud
incorporated with deceit and corruption perfumes.
How come your masses worn silence garments?
Can’t you see them holding ethnic drums and songs?
Parading the potholes of poverty on unoccupied street.
How come many can’t conceived the bluff of gold and grains of nature?
Instead blood flows the land like honey squash with grapes
faces buttered like a seasoning river, bandits and cultist marauds the street with flute to lull many to timely rest.
Your son’s rebels for self-aggrandizement
hearts are indoctrinated by religion and money rituals
Who have stripe your cloak of peace and progress?
O a new heritage plausible in kaftan and deltan clothing
Copyright 2019 by Martin Ijir

A Bard Sails Home


The waves of the sea storm calms
and the sullen bells rings
the ferry of the candlestick burns
its wax melt down abruptly…
a sage has come grant him admission
How the notes of a spirited muser taste!
at the lips of those who recites his name
Okara, okara the ferry bard sails home
the waves of the desert covers our eyes
a blissful dust is raised up in the heavens

Adieu Pa Gabriel Okara
(c) Martin Ijir 2019

My foolish foul


I am sorry for being an unjust dust,
I am so sorry for being your word rust,
so ashame for devouring your temple,
the seat of thy holy throne.

I am sorry for betraying your trust,
I am so sorry for falling your test:
shame on me, for not following your way,
tears fill my soul as i swing away:

find a day and revamp my soul
within i implore you clean my foolish foul.
(c) Martin Ijir 2019

She is your breathe


There’s someone that occupies your heart
Like the air in the sky she journey through you
She creates a new smile and erased your sorrows
Like ocean you heard her tides when she’s absent
There’s someone so special you feel her love
When the days became dark she brings a light
Like the moon she shines inside you in amorous posture
Like a pasture she feeds your troubling soul with love
She becomes like an oasis in your desert journey
She enchant your heart to call her name for she’s your breathe
(c) 2019 Martin Ijir

Justice For Ochanya


Please tell them a beast is loosed
its swinging door needs to be lock up
onto the footsteps of its devouring
tactics, its blood flows in their family,
Less they keep devouring others.
Justice for Ochanya is all I need
Let her rape soul gets ripe justice,
in a world where the cup of pains
torn our desire for evilness, Ochanya
needs this, as a deterrence to end
plight of girlhood, if justice isn’t granted
we’re also raped, we will barricade the system
of injustice till those beast are lockup also.
(c) 2018 Martin Ijir